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Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave bereft
I am not there. I have not left.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave bereft
I am not there. I have not left.
“
| — | Do not stand at my grave and weep, Mary Elizabeth Frye (1932). (via annanobody) |
I want my feet to be bare,
I want my face to be shaven, and my heart—
you can’t plan on the heart, but
the better part of it, my poetry, is open.
I want my face to be shaven, and my heart—
you can’t plan on the heart, but
the better part of it, my poetry, is open.
“
| — | Frank O’Hara, from “My Heart” (via proustitute) |
A sonnet for you
My head sways
upon your chest
and nothing could be best
as I look your way.
-
So be it as it may
I must suggest
that you digest
the importance of today.
-
Because even if the rain patters
we can still hold hands
like nothing else matters.
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So I’ll put my heart on a platter
a rare delicacy in these lands
and ask of you, don’t let it shatter.
